Uhh.. updates? Yeah, er, its a possiblity that this story will be co-written by my friend Blinksan, after she gets her story
(http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=899403 read it.. if you like DragonBall Z at all.. read!) back and running. So,
that means this story might gain one knowledgeable author.. hurrah!
~*~
All was well in Hogwarts, much to the relief of the Hogwarts staff and students. Brenna adapted well to her new school, but often
kept to herself.. which no one seemed to notice. Seasons came and seasons went, and before students knew it, it was Winter Break.
Of course, Harry was staying. Molly and Authur Weasly were once again going to Romania to visit Charlie, so George,Fred, Ron,
and Ginny were all staying. As well as Hermione, Brenna, and Willow. Kinren was the only one of them going back home for the
holidays, and so on the day of departure they all exchanged goodbyes with Kinren, seeing her on her way.
The group shuffled back inside, and to their surprise, very few people were staying for the holidays. A few students from each
year in addition to the group were staying, which made Hogwarts seem far more vast to them. To make the first day seem less..
eerie, The Weaslys, Willow, Harry, Hermione, and Brenna all went outside. The grounds looked truley breathtaking, snow covered the
land and the great lake was near frozen over completely.
The group, with the exception of Brenna prepared to engage in a grand snowball fight. But, they had a problem. Harry, Ron, Willow
and Hermione were on a team together. And so were George, Fred, and Ginny. They needed one more person. Without word, Ginny
ran up to Brenna and looked at her, smiling.
"Do you wanna join out snowball fight? My team needs one more person..," Ginny said, looking at Brenna with hopeful eyes.
A bit taken aback, Brenna smiled to the youngest Weasly, "Sure, why not."
So, she put down the work she'd been finishing, stood up and walked with Ginny, who had a satisfied grin on her face. Brenna and
Ginny approached where the twins were standing, busy at work with making snowballs.
"Fred! George! I found someone!," Ginny cried triumphantly, running up to her brothers
Both twins looked up from their small pile of snow balls, smiling.
"Good job Ginny!," Fred said, nodding, then going back hurridly to his snowballs.
"I'm George," he jerked a thumb towards his twin, "Thats Fred"
"And I'm Ginny!," Ginny said, smiling.
"Its nice to meet you all.. I'm Brenna," Brenna said, looking at each of them.
George watched her a moment more, then Fred nudged him in the ribs and he got back to snowballs, along with Ginny and Brenna.
Once they had a pretty good pile stocked up, the war began. The first snowball was flung, by Willow, hitting George in the back of the
head. She let out a triumphant cry and grabbed another, and before long, all chaos let loose. In the end, no one could be sure who
had won, since every single one of them were soaking wet, but with big smiles on their faces.
The group went inside, drying off. Brenna headed back up to Ravenclaw, smiling to herself.. giving a last glance at George as she
trailed up the stairs to her common room, feeling light hearted. Willow joined the Gryffindor group up in their common room, since
about no one else in Gryffindor had stayed that would've cared. They mostly continued their good time, then George and Fred turned
in, along with Ginny. Ron, Harry, Willow and Hermione were left alone to laugh and joke, taking full advantage of the holidays.
~OoO~
Up in Ravenclaw Common Room, Brenna sat in a large padded chair, in front of the blazing fire. She watched carefully as the the
flames danced in front of her, seeming in deep thought. She had made sure that no one was around before she began scrying. Brenna
did not scry in mirrors.. or sacred pools.. she scried in flame. She looked carefully into the fireplace.
Crying.. someone crying. A needle. She saw Willow, and she saw the others she had joined earlier. What flashed before her eyes
next, she could hardly stand. Death. Rebirth. Depression. At Hogwarts.. at Hogwarts. Scrying, could be seen as either a gift, or a
curse. It is a gift, for you can see fond memories of the past, or perhaps see what is going on in the present. But it can be a curse,
and a terrible one at that. You can see death, you can see what will unfold, yet there is nothing you can do to change it.
Brenna sat in the common room for a while that night, before going to bed. Her mind was clouded with all she had seen that evening.
She sighed heavily, then trudged upstairs, and laid in her bed, staring upwards, her expression blank.
~OoO~
For several nights, off and on, the same routine followed. One night, in the Gryffindor Common Room, after Geroge, Fred, Ginny,
Harry and Hermione had gone to bed, Ron and Willow stayed after a little longer that night. Ron had his arm around Willow, and
((excuse the author, am not good at romancey kinda stuff)) they were exchanging pecks. Day by day they grew more comfortable
with each other, and around now.. they couldn't get enough of each other.
Ron stared at Willow, who had rest her head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile to himself. He found himself thinking that he
loved everything about her. The way her dark hair framed her face, he was entranced by her watery green eyes, and he loved the touch
of her skin.
Willow, of course, thought nothing less of Ron. She loved every single freckle, every strand of flaming red hair. The sweet taste of his
lips against hers, absolutly everything. She smiled to herself as well, resting her head comfortably on Ron's shoulder.
From the shadows.. someone was watching. Ginny peered out from the stairwell, watching her brother and Willow. She smiled,
laughing a little. She could just barely hear the conversation between the two.. it was mostly composed of "I love yous" and things of
the sort..
Ginny soon had enough of the two when they started kissing again, and walked upstairs. Willow and Ron stood up, Ron watched as
Willow left Gryffindor Common Room. Willow walked as silently as possible back to her own common room, but a pair of eyes were
watching her.
"Excuse me.. Miss Harmon," A terribly familliar voice said, "What are you doing up at this time of night? And not in your own
common room.. tut tut."
(http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=899403 read it.. if you like DragonBall Z at all.. read!) back and running. So,
that means this story might gain one knowledgeable author.. hurrah!
~*~
All was well in Hogwarts, much to the relief of the Hogwarts staff and students. Brenna adapted well to her new school, but often
kept to herself.. which no one seemed to notice. Seasons came and seasons went, and before students knew it, it was Winter Break.
Of course, Harry was staying. Molly and Authur Weasly were once again going to Romania to visit Charlie, so George,Fred, Ron,
and Ginny were all staying. As well as Hermione, Brenna, and Willow. Kinren was the only one of them going back home for the
holidays, and so on the day of departure they all exchanged goodbyes with Kinren, seeing her on her way.
The group shuffled back inside, and to their surprise, very few people were staying for the holidays. A few students from each
year in addition to the group were staying, which made Hogwarts seem far more vast to them. To make the first day seem less..
eerie, The Weaslys, Willow, Harry, Hermione, and Brenna all went outside. The grounds looked truley breathtaking, snow covered the
land and the great lake was near frozen over completely.
The group, with the exception of Brenna prepared to engage in a grand snowball fight. But, they had a problem. Harry, Ron, Willow
and Hermione were on a team together. And so were George, Fred, and Ginny. They needed one more person. Without word, Ginny
ran up to Brenna and looked at her, smiling.
"Do you wanna join out snowball fight? My team needs one more person..," Ginny said, looking at Brenna with hopeful eyes.
A bit taken aback, Brenna smiled to the youngest Weasly, "Sure, why not."
So, she put down the work she'd been finishing, stood up and walked with Ginny, who had a satisfied grin on her face. Brenna and
Ginny approached where the twins were standing, busy at work with making snowballs.
"Fred! George! I found someone!," Ginny cried triumphantly, running up to her brothers
Both twins looked up from their small pile of snow balls, smiling.
"Good job Ginny!," Fred said, nodding, then going back hurridly to his snowballs.
"I'm George," he jerked a thumb towards his twin, "Thats Fred"
"And I'm Ginny!," Ginny said, smiling.
"Its nice to meet you all.. I'm Brenna," Brenna said, looking at each of them.
George watched her a moment more, then Fred nudged him in the ribs and he got back to snowballs, along with Ginny and Brenna.
Once they had a pretty good pile stocked up, the war began. The first snowball was flung, by Willow, hitting George in the back of the
head. She let out a triumphant cry and grabbed another, and before long, all chaos let loose. In the end, no one could be sure who
had won, since every single one of them were soaking wet, but with big smiles on their faces.
The group went inside, drying off. Brenna headed back up to Ravenclaw, smiling to herself.. giving a last glance at George as she
trailed up the stairs to her common room, feeling light hearted. Willow joined the Gryffindor group up in their common room, since
about no one else in Gryffindor had stayed that would've cared. They mostly continued their good time, then George and Fred turned
in, along with Ginny. Ron, Harry, Willow and Hermione were left alone to laugh and joke, taking full advantage of the holidays.
~OoO~
Up in Ravenclaw Common Room, Brenna sat in a large padded chair, in front of the blazing fire. She watched carefully as the the
flames danced in front of her, seeming in deep thought. She had made sure that no one was around before she began scrying. Brenna
did not scry in mirrors.. or sacred pools.. she scried in flame. She looked carefully into the fireplace.
Crying.. someone crying. A needle. She saw Willow, and she saw the others she had joined earlier. What flashed before her eyes
next, she could hardly stand. Death. Rebirth. Depression. At Hogwarts.. at Hogwarts. Scrying, could be seen as either a gift, or a
curse. It is a gift, for you can see fond memories of the past, or perhaps see what is going on in the present. But it can be a curse,
and a terrible one at that. You can see death, you can see what will unfold, yet there is nothing you can do to change it.
Brenna sat in the common room for a while that night, before going to bed. Her mind was clouded with all she had seen that evening.
She sighed heavily, then trudged upstairs, and laid in her bed, staring upwards, her expression blank.
~OoO~
For several nights, off and on, the same routine followed. One night, in the Gryffindor Common Room, after Geroge, Fred, Ginny,
Harry and Hermione had gone to bed, Ron and Willow stayed after a little longer that night. Ron had his arm around Willow, and
((excuse the author, am not good at romancey kinda stuff)) they were exchanging pecks. Day by day they grew more comfortable
with each other, and around now.. they couldn't get enough of each other.
Ron stared at Willow, who had rest her head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile to himself. He found himself thinking that he
loved everything about her. The way her dark hair framed her face, he was entranced by her watery green eyes, and he loved the touch
of her skin.
Willow, of course, thought nothing less of Ron. She loved every single freckle, every strand of flaming red hair. The sweet taste of his
lips against hers, absolutly everything. She smiled to herself as well, resting her head comfortably on Ron's shoulder.
From the shadows.. someone was watching. Ginny peered out from the stairwell, watching her brother and Willow. She smiled,
laughing a little. She could just barely hear the conversation between the two.. it was mostly composed of "I love yous" and things of
the sort..
Ginny soon had enough of the two when they started kissing again, and walked upstairs. Willow and Ron stood up, Ron watched as
Willow left Gryffindor Common Room. Willow walked as silently as possible back to her own common room, but a pair of eyes were
watching her.
"Excuse me.. Miss Harmon," A terribly familliar voice said, "What are you doing up at this time of night? And not in your own
common room.. tut tut."